A wasted cultivation cultivator, whose senior sister comes to his door asking for pills at the start

Two days later, on the day of the assessment.

The assessment took place outside the Miscellaneous Affairs Department, on a huge square.

The group of menial disciples waiting for the assessment were mostly quite old, dressed in simple clothes. Some were very nervous, while others were full of confidence.

Although he was just a menial servant in the ancient holy land, if he were placed outside, he would be an enviable disciple of a celestial family.

In the past, they could almost all stay in the holy land for their entire lives, enjoying the enviable food of the immortals.

Unfortunately, they now all have to face this cruel selection process.

"I really don't understand what that saintess is trying to do..."

Amidst the crowd, Ye Yun sighed softly, unable to understand why the Holy Land had suddenly become so strict.

Among the hundreds of thousands of disciples in the Holy Land, there are tens of thousands of menial disciples, of whom nearly a thousand are over the age limit.

Currently, there are fewer than fifty people who dare to sign up for the assessment. Based on the proportions of previous years, it would be good if one-tenth of them could stay.

"Elder Chen Yuan has arrived at the Office of Affairs!"

With a shout, the noisy square instantly fell silent, and all eyes turned to one spot.

From within the Miscellaneous Affairs Department, a middle-aged male cultivator dressed in white robes emerged, surrounded by the department's high-ranking members, and surveyed the crowd with an air of authority.

The Office of the Directorate of State Affairs is in charge of all daily affairs of the Holy Land, including job transfers and promotions; it is a position of great power.

The elders in charge of affairs at the Hall of State Affairs all had at least the Core Formation Realm in cultivation, making them incredibly important figures to these menial disciples.

The disciples, who were doing odd jobs, felt his oppressive aura and dared not even look him in the eye, bowing their heads in submission.

"Greetings, Elder Chen!"

Chen Yuan waved his hand and said calmly.

"No need for formalities, I believe you all already know your opponents."

"Next, you will spar with the outer disciples in turn. If you win, you will be promoted to outer disciple; if you lose, you will be sent back down the mountain."

"The rules are simple: the assessment is mainly for friendly sparring, and no one may harm their opponent's life; otherwise, they will be expelled from the sacred ground."

"Did you all understand?"

As he finished speaking, his voice suddenly became heavy, and a strong sense of oppression swept out.

This caused everyone to tremble with fear, and they all responded.

"clear!"

Ye Yun, standing in the crowd, couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"This is what a Core Formation expert is like... truly terrifying."

Reaching the Core Formation realm in cultivation means entering the ranks of the strong in the outside world, and in holy lands, it usually means entering a management position.

This was a realm he had never dared to dream of before, but with the Creation Furnace, it seemed not impossible.

Ye Yun made up his mind that he would eat pills like food and one day he would reach the realm of pill transformation!

"Next, the first group of disciples will battle..."

With Chen Yuan's announcement, the outer sect advancement assessment officially began.

However, Ye Yun's turn to play will have to wait a while. He checked the notice yesterday and found that his number was twenty-fifth, and his opponent was an outer disciple named Xue Lan.

After the assessment began, the outer disciples who served as "examiners" arrived at the scene one after another and joined the battle.

As for the outcome of the battle, the side of the menial disciples could be described as suffering a complete defeat, if not a series of victories.

More than a dozen handymen disciples went up on stage, but they all suffered a crushing defeat, ending up with bruises and swelling on their faces.

Perhaps it was the Holy Maiden's new rules that led these outer disciples to be more severe in their assessments than in any previous year.

"The difference is just too great."

Ye Yun shook his head. Most of these menial disciples who came on stage didn't even have a single magic weapon.

They were utterly helpless against the outer disciples who had the advantage in magical treasures, profound techniques, and even cultivation levels.

"Since you know the gap in skill, why not choose to surrender?"

Hearing the sudden female voice, Ye Yun was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw the two walking towards him.

Wherever he went, both the menial disciples and the outer disciples showed expressions of surprise.

"An inner sect senior sister actually came?"

"That's certainly unusual, and they actually went after that good-for-nothing Ye Yun?"

"Could it be that Ye Yun has managed to curry favor with an inner disciple?"

"..."

Ye Yun noticed that the woman in front of him was wearing an inner disciple's waist tag.

She wore a white dress, her face was cool and aloof, her figure was graceful, and she had the air of an ethereal fairy.

Beneath her white dress, her shapely and slender legs were faintly visible, almost like a work of art.

Ye Yun couldn't help but sigh, "I really like this..."

Just then, a woman's clear, cold voice rang out.

"Are your legs pretty?"

"nice……"

Ye Yun realized the problem as soon as he finished replying, immediately came to his senses, and felt the cold gaze of the woman in the white dress.

Ye Yun felt somewhat embarrassed and coughed lightly.

"Um, did my senior sister need something?"

"I'm just asking one last time, are you really rejecting my offer?"

"proposal……"

Ye Yun was slightly taken aback, then immediately realized the identities of the two people in front of him, and narrowed his eyes as he replied.

"So it's Senior Sister Xuelan. I'm sorry, but I'll say it again: the conditions you offered are quite good, but I still prefer to stay in the Ancient Holy Land."

Upon hearing this, the girl beside him sized him up and pouted.

"You old bones of yours, you'd better watch out later, lest I smash them with one slap!"

"Okay, let's give it a try."

Ye Yun didn't argue with him and just shrugged.

Upon seeing this, Xue Lan said coldly.

"In that case, I hope you won't beg for mercy then."

Just two days ago, she specially purchased two mid-grade mortal-level magic treasures for her cousin to further enhance her combat power.

In fact, in her cousin Xue Lan's mind, although she had poor talent, she still had the cultivation level of the fifth level of Qi Condensation.

With the addition of mystical techniques and newly purchased magical artifacts, I was able to deal with a mere menial disciple.

Just tell her how to lose?

How could we possibly lose?!

……

Before long, the twenty-fourth battle ended, and still no servant disciple had won.

Many of the handyman disciples who hadn't yet participated in the battle looked ashen-faced upon seeing the difficulty level.

"Damn it, is it even possible for a handyman to win?"

Amidst this oppressive atmosphere, a disciple shouted out.

"Match 25: Miscellaneous disciple Ye Yun versus outer disciple Xue Lan!"

Ye Yun was not affected by others at all, and even walked onto the stage with a leisurely air, which surprised many people.

"How many rounds do you think Ye Yun, this old man, can last?"

"Needless to say, I bet you'll be begging for mercy in three moves!"

"Too many, far too many. I think Ye Yun would be gone in one move at most."

"Indeed, after being corrupted in the abandoned alchemy room for so many years, it's hard to say whether he could have survived."

"..."

The group of handyman disciples were discussing amongst themselves, clearly gloating, which was quite common among handyman disciples.

Below the battle platform, Xue Lan crossed her arms and gazed at the platform with a cold expression.

At this moment, Chen Yuan, the referee, spoke calmly on the platform.

"Scene 25, begin."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xue Lan raised her sword, pointed it at Ye Yun, and snorted softly.

"You old man, don't come crying to your mother when I beat you to a pulp!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Yun shook his head.

"Little sister, you talk too much."

Without waiting for a reply, he produced a golden crossbow and aimed it precisely at Xue Lan ahead.

Now he only wants to tell those who once looked down on him one thing.

My lord, times have changed!